"They came to the top of a mountain. The shadow of a hawk fell over them."
—@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
What i warned you of
In my bloodstream sings
Though the paths remain
Where i mark my pain
And i teach my love
Cratered ways & things
That bite. No dry end,
Nor veils be the friend
Of this. I but wait
Creaking at a gate
And the ullage sings.
(2000)


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